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Sneak Peek: Tainted

I'm working on the first round of revisions for Channeling Morpheus: Tainted which will be out 10.10.08 and I'm so eager for it to launch into the world that I thought I'd post a snip:

“Sample the pie.” I stroked the inseam of Michael's jeans. “For me.”

Meatborne revulsion aside, watching Michael eat was such a turn-on that I couldn’t even wait to find a motel. He hardly had time to snap shut his magical pink toy* and pull the AC adaptor from the wall before I dragged him bodily to the van. I was rock-fucking-hard, to the point where I walked funny because my cock was trapped down one pant leg, throbbing against the denim.

I didn’t bother unlocking the driver-side door. I went right for the back, and had to restrain myself from tearing the doors off their hinges.

Michael looked back over his shoulder at the glowing diner windows. “Maybe we should go park somewhere el--”

I shoved him in face-first. Putting in that air mattress had been a stroke of genius. I didn’t recall which one of us had thought of it. It hardly mattered. We were so synched up now that we operated on a hive mind more often than not.

Michael rolled onto his side. A strand of long hair was caught in his eyelashes, his mouth. He snagged it out with his forefinger. “We just ordered fifty dollars worth of food and left it sitting on the table. What if they come out here looking for us?”

“They’ll get over it.” Probably. If not, I could always have another eyeball duel with the cook. “Kitchens throw away all that and more, each and every day.”

I dove in after him, bounced, thought for a second that my teeth might puncture the air mattress, send it spinning around the back of the van. No such fireworks, though, not tonight. Michael rolled and grabbed me, pulled himself up against me and fit the two of us together. Our bodes meshed, like always. Our legs intertwined, and my junk settled alongside his, mostly-hard and constrained only by the fleeting strength of brass zipper teeth and the dubious power of faded, threadbare denim.

*a mini-PC

10.10.08--I can't wait!


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Sep. 17th, 2008 08:02 pm (UTC)
Re: Tainted
No kidding--that "pink toy" idea was the first one I had when I read the snippet out of context, despite knowing what it actually was!

I always love hearing which details tickle your fancy. :D
Sep. 17th, 2008 11:14 pm (UTC)
10.10.08--So far away!

I had a visual for the pink toy before I read the clarification on the bottom.

I'm tickled that Bill uses the word "junk." And he's so physical (the way he thinks and such)!
Sep. 18th, 2008 08:09 am (UTC)
I'm glad the word choice was noted and appreciated! It's so 12-year-old-boy of him to call it "junk." To drive home the point that he's not too old for Michael, I give him the emotional maturity of a middle-schooler.
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